The Lamb breaks the first seal and thunder calls the vision forward. A white horse enters through the opened edge of judgment. The rider lifts a bow beneath the eyes of heaven. A crown is granted to him; power is given, not possessed. The White Horse The Lamb has broken what no hand could open. The thunder calls, and history rides forth. Every crown and sword remains beneath the throne. He turns from the throne toward the roads of earth. The horse goes forth beneath a widening sky. No rider moves beyond the measured command. The sealed decree advances toward its appointed end. Conquest marks the path behind him and the road ahead. He rides conquering and still to conquer under the opened seal. The White Horse The Lamb has broken what no hand could open. The thunder calls, and history rides forth. Every crown and sword remains beneath the throne. The White Horse